The Stake of Liberty: The Journey of Worldruler
Dreams and the Past

Journal of Ouvel Euronova #1

19-10-2057

My name is Ouvel Euronova, a leader of the Ende Leiden organization that led the entire revolutionary movement at 9 points of the world that fought each other to break the earth into pieces.

The world has become a place where demons reside in human bodies and destroy everything, wiping out hopes, memories, and happiness

Have you ever thought? That one time they forced you to attend as a ceremonial leader on Monday and if you refused, you wouldn't have graduated from school?

I experienced it, and at that moment it felt like my head was being held by a gun that would kill me and end my life there, but it was much worse because life didn't end there.

When I was in school I was just a child with no purpose, no nationalist spirit, no achievement, little friends, ugly, stupid, and bad at competing.

Inevitably, I sacrificed all my fear for the courage that determined the future on one day, where everyone watched it in front of you, including the soldiers who were the ceremonial builders and scourges that I liked in silence.

But why am I worried? I have done well, my Teacher PpKN has also praised me. I survived, and I'm sure my future is fine.

I was wrong, my future is not okay. When I was 20 years old, I saw many of my friends were married, many had graduated from college, many were unemployed.

I only work as a Crew in a liquor store, which is standard salary for me because I am a lower class society.

But now, I stand as the central leader of the world Revolution! I am the underachiever, the sucker, the insult! Standing as a figure of struggle where the whole world shouts my name!

I will save the world! And I will make the world a better place!

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Urfana heard an unfamiliar voice, talking to herself in the sea

What was that? It sounded as if there was a voice echoing within this ocean

The teenager drowned in a dark sea with no living creatures in it and only the surface light he saw.

The right eye hypnotizes Rahmania Urfana, a dark sea turned into a big screen, displaying pieces of memory pieces from people she does not know.

Whatisthis? Again a strange dream I don't understand, and I feel cold and wet, am I dead? So this is the end yes........

He saw his right palm, suddenly there was a mark symbol that he had never seen before.

It's too real, as I recall I'm still dealing with Fatherknight....

Without Urfana knowing, he was already at sea level, he was stranded on a beach which is close to ancient urban, very beautiful city with Roman nuances, the air is fresh, the sky is beautiful.

Is this Isekai? Not likely.

The teenager walked out of nowhere while looking around him, he was a little restless because he felt very foreign to this atmosphere.

Honestly, this city is much more beautiful than most modern cities with busy traffic, Urfana admitted it from the bottom of the heart.

They all speak different languages, but Urfana can understand them. This is not Nusantara, but Athnia.

"Dhilah?" Urfana runs into a girl who looks like Fadhilah, she turns around and follows where she goes.

Infiltrate a large bridge that passes through the river, a green field with a landscape that spoils their bodies both pass through.

The girl knew that Urfana was following her from behind, but she still acted as if Urfana did not know about it.

The symbol in his hand glowed red as he followed the girl, as if he was already on the right path.

Urfana quickly realized that her existence in this world was for a purpose, she had to follow him and finish it.

Not long after they arrived at a hill at the end of the island, they walked on a bridge on the edge of a cliff under which there was an ocean.

Not long after that, they climbed the stairs and came to the top of the hill.

NAH!!! A TRAKKK!!!

Two young men were practicing sword fighting there, the girl was their friend, she sat on a big rock and saw the two of them practicing.

"Gurrahhhh!!" shouted Ourandle, a brunette-haired young man, his eye color blue, he was a feisty and fiery figure.

"...." the long black-haired man simply dodged and brushed off the sword attack from Ourandle, identical to his calmness and cold nature.

That black-haired young man, somehow I feel very familiar with him.

Ourandle Havensword, a man who has a friendly and passionate nature, he is not so famous, he is very bad at everything, but most diligent in living what he does and never give up.

Ourandle is currently 16 years old, she is a cadet warrior from the kingdom of Athnia, the thing that makes her interested is the girls.

The black haired man and the calm and expensive smile that was Corcus Arstarilea, cold and elegant in nature, he was very popular among the girls by his good looks.

Corcus Arstarilea is a very talented man, at the age of 16 years he has obtained the title of captain and leads adults in every mission, he said, he was very popular in his kingdom and also had a reputation in the kingdom of his enemies.

Ourandle saw the girl smiling at him.

"Argh" cried Ourandle.

"99 to 0. You never beat me at all" Corcus said.

"Damn, why is it so hard to beat you anyway? I've been training harder and I'm sure I'm stronger than you." Ourandle stroked her messy hair.

"Don't think strangely Ourandle, if you are fighting focus yourself by looking for enemy weakness and set your breath, don't bring feelings untu—"

"Hey, Unalynn!" ourandle shouted, Corcus's speech was cut off.

Corcus sighed, "Stupid base."

The girl smiled as she waved from the top of the huge rock. Urfana was just daydreaming, she looked at Unalynn from her lower right side, she continuously looked at her as if she still could not believe it.

...Why is he so similar to Fadhilah?...

It is like the moonlight at night, which makes anyone drunk and deep in a fantasy romance.

Ourandle was acting strangely when she saw the beautiful girl, "Agh, she saw meuh. I couldn't help but stare, heart attack! Unamlin-temperature" Ourandle hysterically quietly.

Corcus began to approach Urfana, his gaze very serious.

He ran and pointed his real sword towards Urfana's neck.

"Who are you?! Where are you from?! Tell me or I'll take you to the kingdom on behalf of Captain Corcus Arstarilea!!" ask Corcus firmly.

He realized that Urfana was not from Athnia, as differences in race and dress could be made into unexplained differences.

"Corcus, the true knight of the kingdom of Athnia."

Urfana looked back at Corcus seriously, her right eye flickering slowly.

"You know what I know" Corcus looked at her cynically, he didn't know Urfana.

"Corcus, no. If he had bad intentions, he should have done something that wasn't before." Unalynn came down from above and mediated the two of them.

Ourandle held onto Corcus's arm, "Here you are, you are popular. Your name is spread over almost all the kingdoms and lands. Let go, man, we can talk nice, can't we."

Ourandle lowered Corcus' right arm slowly.

Corcus himself was confused, he knew if he was widely known. But he always wore a helmet when fighting so there could be no enemy or outsider who could know him with just one look.

After all, how many times Corcus had judged, Urfana looked like an unarmed ordinary child.

He decided to put his sword back on.

"We have plenty of time, so tell me."

Ourandle and Unalynn were sitting next to each other, they were listening to Urfana and Corcus talking together.

Unalynn's gaze focused on Urfana and Corcus, while Ourandle focused on Unalynn, the desire to have the girl in his life had become a promise he made in her.

Unalynn is attracted to Corcus, just like the other girls. Ourandle understood that, but he would never give up on it.

"So, you're stuck here and can't go home?" ask Corcus.

"I don't even know what happened until I was in this world, whether I was dead or not." Urfana looked at her palm.

The symbol on his hand was just a tattoo and there was no blinking.

"I don't even understand what the symbol of this hand is."

Urfana turned her head towards Unalynn, to make sure once again that she was not Princess Asmira Fadhilah, and sure enough.

Urfana's right eye told Urfana that she did not know the girl at all.

This was the year 234 BC, the year they could still gather and laugh together, and the next 41 years were the destruction of Athnia.

Urfana has not heard the story in full, because Corcus has only told a little. But one thing that is clear is Unalynn and Ourandle are the reason why Corcus is fighting for the future now.

They introduced themselves to each other, Ourandle certainly easy to blend in with anyone, while Corcus has a nature as cold as snow.

Corcus at 16 was a mentally mature person, and he found it very difficult to express himself, as he was more accustomed to a hard life at war than to conform to normal life.

BUGG!! BUGG!!! BUAGGS!!

In the current dimension of time that is running, Corcus is still clashing with Fatherknight. Urfana and Fatherknight's bodies are smashed together by an attack.

"Hahahaha, this is really interesting! You really comforted me, Corcus!!"

Fatherknight and Corcus took their distance, they both prepared new horses, horses that were much stronger than before.

"Let's end it right here, right now! FATHERKNIGHT!" corcus shouted, he smiled in the body of Urfana.

..........Seriate..........